“I’m LeBron James from Akron, Ohio, from the inner city. I’m not even supposed to be here. That’s enough.”
I hope every kid in this country heard those words.
They were spoken in the euphoria of a stunning win, when James could’ve easily talked basketball, but instead chose to honor the community he came from, words of gratitude for the road traveled that make him the beloved champion he is in Miami today.
“Every night I walk into the locker room, I see a No. 6 with James on the back, I’m blessed.”
I hope everyone in this country heard the clanking of pots and pans from Hialeah to Homestead, the cheers accented in Spanish, Creole, Portuguese, and the “Woooh! Wooooh!” of victory horns echoing like a runaway train.

But, there's hope.

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